Zhao Changhe rode his horse back to Yangzhou City in a daze.
The matter of transforming the meridians was so important to him that his mind was a little more confused than usual and he was distracted all the way. It wasn't until he returned to the city that the hustle and bustle of the city reached his ears, and he woke up. He secretly criticized himself for not being calm enough.
So don’t laugh at how stupid it is for others to believe in the lies of cults. It’s just a matter of whether or not it touches what you care about most.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can see that even Cui Wenjing, who is extremely powerful, believes that things cannot be changed, and Tang Wanzhuang, who controls the country's martial arts resources, also avoids talking about it. How can such a Jianghu sect be able to do it? Easily solved? Even if it is possible, the price is basically unbearable.
Either they really have some treasure, but they have to be a complete idiot to let you use this resource. This possibility is low; the higher possibility is that it is pure deception. When you ask for something, you will naturally be Slowly prying off the defenses, sliding step by step towards the abyss, unable to struggle anymore.
Last night I overheard Wan Dongliu talking to Turtle Gong, and they mentioned the cultivation of secret techniques and control. Combined with what he said today about "someone will come to teach the Dharma", it was basically inseparable. It was a goddess who would accompany you to preach and give fluids... I If you ask for something, you will naturally not refuse it forcefully.
Then this kind of secret technique of dual repair and replenishment mostly has the effect of soul control, or there is a way to make you extremely obsessed with it, and it is probably this kind of routine.
Zhao Changhe smiled self-deprecatingly, it seems that he still has some value...
While he was thinking about it, a shout suddenly came from the upper right side: "The person riding the horse under the bridge is the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe?"
Zhao Changhe turned around and saw that it was a restaurant. There were no walls, doors or windows upstairs. It was an open hall for guests to drink and enjoy the scenery. A young man stepped on the railing and looked down sideways, as if he was very disdainful.
Wan Dongliu ran up behind the young man and pulled him anxiously: "Brother Tang, brother Tang, harmony brings wealth..."
It looked like Wan Dongliu was inviting this man to dinner, but when he saw him walking under the Zhao Changhe Bridge, he went crazy and came to provoke him.
Zhao Changhe said calmly: "It's Zhao Changhe, but it's not Shura. Who is your Excellency?"
The young man said proudly: "Gusu Tang Buqi."
"I know." Zhao Changhe waved his hand: "Twenty-four years old, Qianlong 120, you'd better learn more from your sister and don't go out to drink wine."
"Sister?" The young man choked and said numbly: "The head of the Tang Dynasty is my cousin."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhao Changhe almost choked on his own saliva. What flashed through his mind was Cui Yuanyang. He secretly wondered why she was not older. It would be fun for a bunch of white-bearded grandfathers to call her aunt. . Well, maybe there is, but I haven’t seen it.
An off-line thought flashed across his mind, and he said with a smile: "My nephew, be good, Yangzhou is a place for adults to play, go back and drink milk."
Tang Buqi was furious: "Rebellious people, you still dare to speak nonsense! Look at the sword!"
A stream of spring water fell from the sky and went straight to Zhao Changhe who was on horseback.
The railings upstairs were crowded with people, and passers-by stopped and looked up.
This is a battle of heroes in the Hidden Dragon Ranking! rare!
"Brother Wan." Someone in the restaurant said, "Why does Mr. Tang's sword look so slow that I can dodge it?"
Wan Dongliu smiled and sipped his wine without answering.
In fact, there is no need to answer, because this person has not finished what he said. The dragon bird on Zhao Changhe's back suddenly unsheathed and struck Tang Buqi's sword on the side of the road. Although he looked a few inches away, he suddenly made a sound of gold and iron. crisp sound.
When he looked closely, he saw that the swords and swords had clearly hit each other, as if Tang Buqi had temporarily changed his sword path and sent it to Zhao Changhe to chop.
The restaurant was instantly in uproar.
Not many people can understand the struggle between the four levels of the entrance hall!
Tang Buqi couldn't bear the strength in mid-air, so he flew back and landed firmly on the railing of the restaurant. He stared sharply at Zhao Changhe below, the disdain in his eyes disappeared, and he was extremely dignified.
This man can actually detect Chunshui swordsmanship at a glance... I wonder if his sword power is an illusion, but does it contain a hint of the Tang family's intention?
The man who asked Wan Dongliu about how slow the sword looked was already mute, knowing full well that if he took the sword, his throat might already be a bloody hole. He looked at Tang Buqi's back with some awe, and asked Wan Dongliu in a low voice: "Brother Wan, how do you explain this sword strike?"
Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "The Spring Water Sword Technique is so subtle and unpredictable that it really allows you to see the way. You are also one of the hidden dragons. What's more, Brother Tang's sword has its own style. It has become the style of everyone. I would be very embarrassed to pick him up."
Tang Buqi heard this, turned around and nodded slightly in greeting, indicating that he would accept the compliment.
After all, he was forced to retreat with a knife, and everyone knew that he was at a disadvantage. Wan Dongliu said this, but he lost face.
Wan Dongliu said again: "Brother Zhao's sword is worthless and goes straight to the essence. This is the fighting acumen gained from bloody battles in the rivers and lakes. It is not comparable to ordinary people. You and I can't handle it so easily in such a different place." . What’s particularly valuable is that Brother Zhao seems to have glimpsed the way of combining hardness and softness. In my opinion, this Qianlong Eighty-eight is too low and needs to be ranked higher.”
Zhao Changhe looked up at him and smiled to show his appreciation.
Are you pretending to be cool for me... Otherwise, I don't want to hurt Tang Wanzhuang's little nephew. This knife doesn't show how powerful it is, and I can't pretend to be cool. Wouldn't it be nice to have an exclaiming passerby explaining...
Although I don’t know if the last sentence of this guy reminds others that Zhao Changhe is not as malicious as he used to be, so it’s not easy to judge.
Zhao Changhe changed his mind and rode away with a smile on his face: "My nephew, this sword is not bad, it still needs to be carved."
Tang Buqi shouted angrily: "Let me hear you speak rudely to my elders again, and I will fight to the death!"
The reason why I dare to love him is because I have raped his aunt several times before, and this kid is looking for trouble for the dignity of his elders... Your aunt doesn't care about it, so you are so confused... But this reason is not bad, Zhao Changhe waved his hand indifferently , leisurely riding a horse across the bridge, disappearing into the streets in the blink of an eye.
It turns out that I still overestimated these young men. Not long after I left, a middle-aged man stopped me at the end of the street: "I am a wanted criminal. He beat a horse through the busy city and fought with a knife... Your Excellency, you should come back to the Demon City with us." Take a trip."
"..." On the surface, Tang Buqi was not entangled, but behind his back, he actually summoned the Demon Suppressor to come and get someone. What city is this traveling into? Zhao Changhe was speechless.
I originally planned to ask Zhenmo Si to find out the situation, but I couldn't just ask people where Zhen Mo Si was going, so I couldn't implement it. It seems that there is no need to do it this time. Zhen Mo Si here is not necessarily very reliable.
"My wanted order has been cancelled, and now I am no different from an ordinary person. If I am arrested for fighting with a knife, then what is the point of Tang Buqi's provocation with a sword? Is the Demon-Suppressing Division of the imperial court, or is it the Tang Dynasty? The Demon Suppressor at home?”
The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. He looked left and right at the passers-by who were watching in the distance, and said: "The cancellation of your wanted order is to give face to the Cui family. It does not mean that you have been acquitted. Besides, you are a bandit, why did you enter the city? It is our duty. You should always ask clearly where you are."
"When I came to the city, one was Yangzhou Feng Yue, and the other was a figure from Jiangnan." Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and changed the road, not bothering to pay attention: "Now I have seen them all, Feng Yue is commendable, and he is an ordinary person."
The middle-aged man sighed helplessly and suddenly heard a secret voice: "The Maitreya Cult has spiritual illusions that will make you think that he is a close and reliable person. Remember to be careful and don't trust him easily."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, but with an angry look on his face, he rode away.
It turned out that this person was a true confidant of Tang Wanzhuang, and he probably knew about his status as a "secret agent". He also wanted to have no chance to communicate with him, so he complied with Mr. Tang's dandy request and came to see him openly.
In this city... everyone seems to be very tired from life, and everyone, whether good or evil, is putting on a show.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, making everyone breathless.
But she said that Yue Hongling followed Zhao Changhe all the way into the city. When Zhao Changhe was entangled by Tang Buqi, she didn't want to be discovered by Wan Dongliu and others following her. She thought for a while and went to Xiaoxiang Pavilion first.
After a brief investigation, I quickly found several women who had a strong aura of Maitreya Kung Fu and were happily changing their clothes.
One of them was particularly tall and handsome, with slightly groomed eyebrows and exuding a heroic spirit. The old bustards smiled and put on her red warrior uniforms, tied her tail into a ponytail, and straightened her clothes: "Look at this, isn't she a perfect Yue Hongling?"
She guessed that this was the so-called flower-carrying goddess. Yue Hongling had to admit that she really looked like her.
Nian Hua Tian Nu said: "Mainly, this kind of heroic spirit is a bit difficult to learn, we are not that kind... Besides, if you really get along with him, what kind of posture will you have? You can't hide it."
"It doesn't matter. He is preoccupied with meridians at the moment. With the woman he has a crush on comforting and preaching, he will only become more and more serious. Besides, he doesn't know what Yue Hongling looks like in bed. No matter how evil you are, That’s because I like him.”
Yue Hongling: "..."
What is unbearable is that you are not only pretending, you are actually planning to make Zhao Changhe think that he is having fun with Yue Hongling!
The Flower Goddess sorted it out, looked at it in the mirror, and said with a smile: "They really look alike, even I can hardly tell them apart."
Everyone laughed: "Besides, how well does he really understand Yue Hongling? Once the secret technique is used and a little guidance is given, he can't tell the difference at all. It is said that he is being stopped by Tang Buqi and started to fight at the bridge. You might as well go to his room. Wait, as soon as the door opens, the girl you have a crush on is sitting there, and the young man's heart will probably melt."
A group of people smiled and sent the flower-carrying goddess into Zhao Changhe's room, and then dispersed.
The flower-handling goddess made several gestures to herself in the room, looking for Yue Hongling's feeling. Suddenly, her eyes blurred, and there seemed to be an extra Yue Hongling in the mirror.
She turned around to look in shock, her vision suddenly went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Zhao Changhe returned to Xiaoxiang Pavilion full of thoughts and opened the door of his room.
Yue Hongling sat at the table and poured herself a drink. When she saw him coming in, she smiled slightly and said, "You're back?"
Damn it, this illusion thief looks like it! Zhao Changhe's heart was beating wildly, this guy looked so much like Yue Hongling!
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PS: Let’s add ~12 o’clock tonight.
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